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�DE�OTIO?l AL. Oh, thus may sill thy gifts recal The source, from which they flow'd; St?11 lead me to behold, thro' all, The Saviour in the God .* 285 A SUNDAY THOUGHT. TIx?I"?) by the sun's emerging beams, How bright the viii.age spire; Contrasted with yon cloud, it .seems A !amp of living fire. So shines thy sun of mercy, Lord, Affliction to illume, Reflected from thy holy word, When all beside is gloom. ......... ?Google